The Anti-social Butterfly

I have jokingly referred to myself as an Anti-social Butterfly for years. It’s not really a joke of course, its is more of an apt description. I find people difficult at times because on some level I have always found I just don’t understand them. I mean really… who does?

Well some people do. Some people are just innately better at people and for that matter they are probably better at being people as well. I’ve never been an entirely rounded individual, or for that matter overly interested in becoming more round. I like to think of myself as more of a irregular icosagoned person, complete, or otherwise, with sides that are sometimes too long ,often too short, and generally stick out at unexpected angles. I am messy and complicated, and I kind of like it that way…

I remain therefore an anti-social butterfly, fluttering about avoiding conversations, avoiding eye contact, and generally feeling uncomfortable around people, while hoping that at a bare minimum I am at least not making other people uncomfortable in the process…

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I normally witter on more I know yet this feels like all that needs saying so I’ll pop off now.

Bye.

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